I was shivering now.
He told me to wait in the park, where we would meet and start our usual walk around the town. Didn't he say 5:00?
I fished out my phone from my pocket to look at the time. "5:47", I read quitely to no one in particular and sighed into the cold, busy street. He should be here by now, I thought.
I've already left several voicemails, and so far, recieved no response. He wouldn't cancel our date last minute, would he? If he wasn't comfortable, he should have told me.
I walked to the nearest building, a bakery on the other side of the street. I opened the door and slipped into it's warm atmosphere. I slumped in a window seat and stared outside, waiting for him to arrive.
"Ma'am? I'm sorry, but you're going to have to buy something to be in our store," the woman behind the counter called out to me.
"Oh sorry, I'm just waiting for someone. Can I get a bottle of water then?" I said, while pulling out some cash and setting it at the edge of the table I was sitting at. It was swapped for a bottle of water a minute later.
I didn't even notice, as I layed my head down in thought. Where could he be?
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